II.

Ginny feels badly for all the times she'd spoken ill of her new sister-in-law. Really, she can't believe she'd ever been so short-sighted.

"Yeeezzz," the French femme fatale moans now, gripping the headboard of her large bed, knees splayed wide on either side of Ginny's head. She gyrates her soaking wet cunny against Ginny's face, and her pert little tits bounce with the desperate motion. "Mmm, oui, Ginny. There! Good girl, ma petite coeur, keep licking—"

As Ginny sucks hard on Fleur's clit and gives her whole cunt a long lap of the tongue, she feels Bill pushing into her from the other end of the bed. He's slow and painfully easy about it despite the fact that he'd just finger-fucked Ginny to her own completion minutes ago and thus has more than a wet enough entrance to fuck her good and hard.

The impertinent bastard. He knows neither of his girls like it gentle.

"My two little whores," he says fondly, his voice slightly strained from the glorious tightness of pushing into Ginny's pussy. His hand stretches over Ginny's flat stomach, then slides down to cup her mound. "How do you want it, Gin?"

"Fuck her 'ard," Fleur answers for her, wiggling in ecstasy. "Make your sister scream, mon amour."

Bill does, indeed, make Ginny scream.

Later, after Bill has cum over both their faces, and Ginny and Fleur are curled up together, licking the remnants of spunk off each other's skin with Bill spooned behind them, Ginny makes a note to apologise for it properly one of these days.